Welcome! This first chapter serves as an optional primer to the world of Crippling Lust! If you'd like to skip to choosing a story, go right ahead! If not, stick around and learn a bit about this strange world we're going to explore together... (The bones of this are copped, with permission, from a roleplay prompt I found on r/dirtypenpals) Also, I love hear...
Downstairs the servant girl with the smallish breasts and the tall powdered wig began searching for the additional invitees to the upstairs party, (as stipulated by her mistress). She found Gisele and Sandra easily enough at the bar and sent them upstairs to Anika's chamber. She then began searching the crowded dance floor for Ted, Fabio, Shelby, with the pa...
I've always had a bit of an unrequited exhibitionism & voyeurism kink that has made me curious about nudism. Unfortunately, I've never had the chance to explore this craving as it's just too wild a hobby for my somewhat conservative, vanilla self. My friends, family, and definitely co-workers would flip if they found out I went to nude beaches! I travel fo...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *All the sexual participant in this story are eighteen, or older* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* * Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my Father, Br...
This follows 'Coming Home for the Very First Time' and 'The Submissive is tested again'. Please read them first. Dedicated to PMS and M and all women who refuse to be confined by stereotypes. ***** 7.00am Thursday His phone pinged. He woke, grabbed it and looked at the screen. It was a message from Mistress: "The weekend is on. Prepare yourself. Details...
Brewer's teenage boys were getting caught in the nude. More and more. It was happening again and again. They were being exposed stark naked, bare as boards, in their birthday suits...in front of stern disapproving mature ladies...or wickedly curious girls their own age. And they were getting to know the shivery, helpless, panicky feeling on being caught nu...
Apparently, Somali Muslim lesbians don't exist. Hmm, that's news to me because I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Halima Ali, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-chemistry at the University of Ottawa, and I'm also fairly active on the campus LGBT scene. Indeed, I'm the only Musli...
Damn, I thought to myself as I admired Mouna Hassan's big round ass as the sexy Black woman began undressing. I stroked my eight inches of thick, uncircumcised Haitian dick as she got ready for me. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Jeremiah Emmanuel Jackson. I was born in the town of Quartier Morin in the island of Haiti and raised in the City...
Patiently Imam Ahmed Al-Sharif did his evening prayers inside the Mosque in southern Ottawa, Ontario. The older Black man knelt on the carpet and said a prayer to Allah. Beside him, several men and a couple of women prayed. This was a sight which would have shocked many in the Muslim world because men and women weren't supposed to pray in the same area accor...
My culture is conservative, but that doesn't mean I have to be. Religion and culture are important, of course, but so is the individual. The name is Warsama "Sam" Osman, and I'm a tall, skinny and perpetually bald-headed young Black man of Somali descent living in metropolitan Calgary, province of Alberta. Why am I perpetually bald? It's a rare condition I'v...